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“Hah! None of the men I know are particularly enticing, so I’ll pass. Putting that aside, here, take this. It may help you perform better in the future… Good luck!” Watching as Lea bolted off after handing her the book, Fabiola raised a slight brow before looking at the cover… and to her shock, it was entitled, ‘Seventy-two positions for you and your loved one’! What the fuck?! Still… Who was to say that she wouldn’t use this in the future? With that in mind, she quickly snuck the book into her pocket before pretending that nothing had ever happened…

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These are all issues that are being looked into. As a way of apology, I will be gifting one reader 3000 coins to use on the app. To be in for a chance to win all you need to do is to comments your favorite moment so far in the book and why it is your favorite. The more comments the more chances of winning. Your name will be added into a draw on November 5th, and the lucky winner will be picked out at random. Good luck and again I am truly sorry about the delay.

Chapter 1: Caught in the Act I straddled on Professor Blake’s lap in his office, my short plaid skirt shoved up around my waist, my soaked black panties hanging off one ankle like a dirty little trophy. His thick cock was buried deep inside my dripping pussy, stretching me open as I rocked my hips in slow, lazy circles, taking every inch of him with each roll. I’d never been one for hitting the books hard. Studying felt like torture, so I’d found a much more appealing way to keep my grades up, and it was simple, riding my professor raw for hours. And it happened to work every single time.

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"Had a man at my door nearly an hour later." "I found mine in a library book!" A young, thin guy called out, "I go to the library all the time, and it was sitting right there, in the first book I touched!" "I wonder why they don't just mail it to us." A young Hispanic girl laughed, "Think of all the magic they use just to send us our invitation." "I'm pretty sure the Iridescence Pack doesn't have a mail service." An older gentleman with salt and pepper hair replied.

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“Thanks. Gonna need brain-bleach to get rid of that image.” Cassie chuckles and takes a half-bow. “My pleasure.” I sigh, doing my best to repress images of Martha Wilkins (all three-hundred pounds of her) enjoying the latest Mills & Boon novel, say Midnight in the Desert, Midnight in the Summer, or, predictably, Midnight in the Harem. “All right, then. You’re free. Nothing coming until Monday morning. Got a shipment of comic books due. The York Book Emporium from Pennsylvania is sending us some of their overstock.”

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